Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome to another Six from Passions Flight. This small bit is a bit on the hot side so fair warning to those who prefer their romance with less...um, spice.

Gods, you’re so tight! This will hurt, but only for a moment and then, sweetling, I promise you only pleasure.” He growled through clenched teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping from the tension in his body to control his lust.

He impaled her on a quick thrust, pain blossomed and she cried out at the suddenness of it. Goddess he was so big! She felt stretched to the point of bursting.

See you for another six next Sunday!

Weekend Dirty Dozen

I have a new release this November and here is a bit about it.



Arthur and his Knights are back and ready to kick ass!

Merci Tramaine is not happy to be called back into service by her old boss Arthur, especially when she is charged to find her missing ex lover. Drake Monroe is Merlin reincarnated, with his powers bound by the Goddess Nimue he has become a skilled fighter, but no match for Nimue who kidnapped him determined to destroy him forever.

The bloodline of Morgan Le Fey taints Merci keeping her on the edge between light and dark, the Goddess’s wicked trap springs shut leaving both Drake and Merci racing against the clock. Passions ignite once again, but are they too late to plan a future or will they be torn from each other?

This time for eternity.

Available through:

Extasy Books

Amazon Kindle

Here is my Dirty Dozen and enjoy!

This is a colossally bad ideaMerci Tramaine entered the abandoned warehouse. Here she was sticking her neck out for a man who didn’t give a damn about her. Talk about irony. The rays of the full moon came through the windows, bathing the large room in hues of silvery blue. The air, thick with the smell of dust, unwashed bodies and urine, assaulted her senses.
The homeless in these parts were known to make use of the old building as shelter. Old mattresses and discarded clothing lined the sides of the walls. Several large metal trashcans used to stave off the night’s chill, their insides blackened and scorched, dotted the area.
Her low-heeled boots echoed hollowly in the eerie quiet of the warm May evening. She couldn’t detect a single soul in the warehouse and that made her uneasy as hell. Her skin prickled at the nape of her neck and her pulse quickened, her built in warning system, telling her something preternatural was nearby.


Be sure to check out all the great tidbits at Weekend Dirty Dozen..  

Author Spotlight's RM Sotera

I have the pleasure of knowing RM Sotera personally and was thrilled when she took time out of her busy schedule to do this interview. So grab your coffee or tea, sit back and enjoy meeting this very talented author.

Do you do anything to get you into the zone to write? 

RM: Yes, I do different things for different scenes, however, music in my ear is a necessity for every scene I write.  When I’m writing a romantic scene (with lots of down and dirty sex) I listen to Barry White.  For lighter scenes I toss in Nelson or a mix tape.

 Which authors inspire your writing? 

RM: I would have to say that my inspiration comes in the form of many different authors.  I like YA authors, Rachael Caine and Cassandra Clare, as well as, women’s authors like Anne Rice, Alyssa Day, Jeanine Frost and Sherrilyn Kenyon.  I also love Tim Dorsey.  I’m very eclectic.

What is your favorite book, character and why? 

RM:  My favorite book that I’ve written is Cassadaga Moon – scheduled to release from Siren/Bookstrand in January.  I love the character of Mia Christini, a good Catholic girl gone wild.  I think she reminds me of myself in many ways.  Second choice would have to be Brandi Lui – heroine in my Dirty Valkyrie and Dirty Immortals on Holiday novellas.  She is a kick-ass woman and is sexy in every sense of the word.

Do you prefer to write erotic or sweet? 

RM: I prefer to write in-between.   I like the burning inferno mode.

Humm don't we all? But enough of that. Which famous person, living or dead, are you drawn to? 

RM: I would have loved to have met Martin Luther King Jr. during the Civil Rights Movement.  His drive and determination to see change shows that when you push dreams can become reality.  This stands true in every area of life I believe.  And I know my next choice of a person is going to seem off the wall – but I would have like to have met the Marquis De Sade.  Yeah…I know. J

Now THAT is very interesting....

Where do you see yourself in five years? 

RM: I hope in five years my writing career is going strong, and that I am able to sit back and breathe a bit.  Ultimate goal would to see my name in print on the New York Times best-sellers list.  Just imagine…

Oh yeah, I'm right there with you on that one Lady.

Finish this sentence: I know I’ve made it when...

RM:  I can write all the time, and I’m making a living at it. 

What advice would you give aspiring writers? 

RM: Keep writing.  When every door is slammed in your face keep pushing forward.  Hell, break down that damned door if you must, just get through it!

What do you see yourself writing in the future?

RM Paranormal romance – it’s my thing, my niche.

If you could have one superpower what would it be and why? 

RM: If I had one superpower it would be—at this moment in time—to clone myself just so I could do all the things I need to do when they need done.

When you find out how can I use your superpower on me too? Lol!

What time of the day are you at your best to write? 

RM: I write the best in the early am hours.  We’re talking between 3-5 am.  It’s when my muse, Styxx, comes to visit and whispers in my ear.  The house is quiet and comfy.

And now for something completely different…

What do you look at first with an attractive man or woman, face, body or smile? 

RM: I’m a hair person. LOL

Explain your perfect day. 

RM: My perfect day starts with sneaking into my son’s room and listening to his breathing before I start to get ready for work. He is my pride and joy and sometimes I still can’t believe he’s my child.  Then I head to my room to get ready for work.  After what I hope is a great day at work, I head home to spend the eve with my family – enjoy a family dinner- and then do it all over again!  Knowing those that I love are happy is what makes my day perfect! J

What is the most decadent desert you can’t say no to? 

RM: Key lime pie!

Do you have a favorite holiday what is it and what makes it special to you? 

RM: My favorite holiday is Halloween.  I love the costumes and the scary movies. 

What key words describe you best? 

RM: Sensitive – Spunky – Compassionate – Humorous – Shy - Content

Alright everyone RM Sotera is having a giveaway!!!!

  I will give one special reader a set of my Dirty series, Dirty Dancer – Dirty Deed – Dirty Valkyrie – Dirty Immortals on Holiday.

How do they enter to win?  They can reply to this interview via Shannon’s site with what they think the initials RM mean in my name. Be sure to put your email address in the message. When will you be announcing the winner?  I will announce the winner via my facebook page and Shannon’s site.

Website Facebook  Twitter Wild West Weekend Blog RM Sotera's Blog

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 Information on her book can be found here:

Book Blurb with Buy or publisher link

Dirty Series

http://www.extasybooks.com/index.php?route=product%2Fsearch&option_id=1&keyword=R.+M.+Sotera





Pick Me Up Monday and GIVEAWAYS!!!

Happy Monday!
The weather outside may be frightful, but holly cow! It sure is sweltering looking at this!

Hope everyone had a great week. I am putting the finishing touches on Passions Flight then off to Evernight it goes! You may have noticed I've got a lot of activity going on these days on my blog. I've started Author Spotlight Thursday and Lilith Duvalier gave away her latest book out on Friday last week. Congratulations Ju Dimello!

This Thursday we have another give away with my guest RM Sotera so be sure to stop by and leave comments.

I have also started giving snippets of my books on my blog on Friday and Sundays so you can have a little taste of what is coming next.

I also am in a blog hop starting Monday 11/14 through 11/21 called "Save a Turkey: Gobble a Book" I will be giving away PDF's of Dark Passion Rising, Beloved Wizard AND a $15.00 Amazon Gift Card so be sure to leave LOTS of comments to win!  I also will be on The Romance Studio's Thanksgiving Day Party where you have another chance to win a PDF of Beloved Wizard. That starts 11/19/11 through 11/22/11.

Whew, and it isn't even December yet! Well, back to work everyone have a fantastic week!

Six Sentence Sunday



It's Sunday and time for another Six from Passions Flight!

Moisture pooled between her legs, her dry throat made her voice sound breathless, barely more than a whisper in a strong wind. “Why, you don’t like me.”  She repeated, some part of her mind refusing to let it go.

His mouth lifted showing a flash of straight white teeth and her stomach did a strange flip. “Not the problem, never was.” His voice dropped low, his words swam in her head making her feel dizzy with a light giddiness that took her completely by surprise.

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Weekend Dirty Dozen



Here is another 12 from Dark Passion Rising: A Dark Breed Novel

Things go from bad to worse for our hero Marcus as he grapples with the knowledge that Tambra could very well be his Consort. His mussings are short lived though when he walks right into an ambush.

six figures moved out of the shadows to face him. He saw two vampires among the Weres as they circled around him. Ferals, he thought with disgust. Crouching low, he prepared for battle, knowing he was outnumbered, which was how he liked it. His lips twisted into a cold smile as he nodded at one particularly

large Were. pulled one of his daggers free of its sheath. There was no more time for talk as the Weres attacked with a flash of teeth and claws.

Enjoy all of the Dirty Dozen excerpts at Weekend Dirty Dozen

 He would not even think it. Fate could not be so cruel as to give him a Consort he could never have. Tambra belonged to another and that was the end of it. A movement out of the corner of his eye drew his attention in time to see a figure duck between a house and vacant lot. Curiosity made him move forward until he stood looking down the long walkway between the house and the lot. At the end of the walkway,

Author Spotlight's Lilith Duvalier

I want to welcome Lilith Duvalier to my blog today. She has a wonderful giveaway in store for you today. There will be a bit more on that in a while. Right now lets grab our coffees, settle into your comfy chair and chat with this Eclectic and talented Lady.

Do you do anything to get you into the zone to write?

      I work in my room, so I tidy it up, make my bed and sometimes light a couple of candles. There also has to be music. I go nuts in the quiet.

Which authors inspire your writing?

     It doesn’t come across at all in “The Promise of Silk”, but the authors that inspire me most are Terry Pratchett and Joss Whedon. I’m hoping to bring some of that style to the book I’m working on now, “All About The Dress”.

    

What is your favorite book, character and why?

     Lancelot DuLac from “The Once and Future King” because he’s the most perfectly        written imperfect character ever. TH White gives him this tragic self loathing as his motivation for trying to be the perfect knight and manages to write every single character, even someone as evil as Mordred, as a real human being with reasons to feel bad for them, even when they are doing evil.

Do you prefer to write erotic or sweet?

     I prefer to write erotic. Sex is a transformed force and I like exploring the way it changes characters and how they interact with each other.

Which famous person, living or dead, are you drawn to?

     I am so jealous of and impressed with Chris Colfer. He’s just ridiculously talented and incredible and, at three years younger than me, has accomplished everything I ever want to do in life, while still seeming to be pretty well put together.

Where do you see yourself in five years?

     In five years I would like to be a full time freelance writer, and maybe teaching some kind of community or adjunct class. Or I would like my part-time theater job to go full-time. Or I would like to be in grad school.

Finish this sentence: I know I’ve made it when –

     people leave me reviews like “this isn’t my thing, but I liked it anyway.

What advice would you give aspiring writers?

     Read. Write. Read some more. Write some more. Write for fun, write for practice just keep writing. I also found this nano exercise that I love where you write a list of things that you love in books, and a list of things that you hate in books, which is a nice way to get a grip on what you want to write about.

What do you see yourself writing in the future?

     I have an m/m historical western nearly done and the project I have lined up  after that I’m calling a “gender-queer” romance, and it’s about a few heterosexual people who find themselves in situations where gender and sexuality get a little fluid. The alpha male character has a secret and the another character finds himself embarking on a somewhat unconventional relationship. It’s a contemporary and a little bit of a comedy.

If you could have one superpower what would it be and why?

     I want to be able to teleport. Commuting is the worst thing in the entire world.             Also, then I could sell my car and not have to take the bus.

What time of the day are you at your best to write?

     From 11-2 at night. I can double a whole days worth of writing in those three hours.  I am constantly exhausted.        

                                          And now for something completely different…

What do you look at first with an attractive man or woman, face, body or smile?

     The thing that makes me go – oh wow- when I guy walks into a room is definitely his eye brows and cheek bones, preferably with black hair, but the thing that makes a guy continue to seem attractive is his smile and his laugh.

Explain your perfect day.

     A snow day, preferably with at least one friend snowed in at my place. Then a whole day of Buffy and cookies and wine. Possibly a nap and some writing.

What is the most decadent desert you can’t say no to?

     I had a friend at one point who would randomly show up at my apartment with             pans and ingredients and make things, like some sort of pasta and booze elf. He once showed up at midnight with a blender one time and made us these amazing chocolate, rum, khalua shakes that we have never been able to recreate.

Do you have a favorite holiday what is it and what makes it special to you?

     Christmas. I like doing the family and food thing.

What key words describe you best?

     Daydreamy. Tired. Analytical.


Here is a small taste of her book The Promise of Silk

Blurb:

An airship pirate who ran away from his soul crushing London life, finds himself at an infamously decadent carnival out in the English countryside. A fellow pirate does his best to convince him to go and sample the lovely women of The Row, but Buck isn’t sure he ever wants a woman again.
That is until a mysterious woman in a red dress and mask sits down across from him, entrancing him instantly. He follows her back to her red silk tent, where she puts him through his paces, whetting his appetite for more erotic delights. Each time he returns, she brings him further beyond his boundaries, while learning that he can help her break her bonds.

Excerpt:

A small white hand appeared to one side of the tent flap and pulled it aside. The masked woman stood, still and silent, with the red silk of the tent flap draped over her arm. She said nothing.

            She did look like a demon now, with deep shadows carved into the ruches of her dress by the far off carnival lights, her mask rising over her head like devil’s horns. Buck hesitated under her stony gaze, and then, with a gulp, he stepped out of the light and into the black interior of the tent.

            A spicy, sweet smell filled his lungs the instant he stepped inside. He wondered why he hadn’t been able to smell it from the outside but continued in, shuffling carefully in the darkness. The woman walked behind him, the fabric of her dress making a soft sound as it moved over the ground.

            “Who are you?” he asked. She didn’t answer. There was a light scraping noise and a match flared in the darkness, illuminating her face and throwing the edges of her mask into sharp relief. She lit a candle, shedding light on nothing more than a stretch of red silk and the corner of a table, then stepped forward and lit another candle, bringing a muddled shape of something standing on the table into view. She walked farther into the room, lighting another candle every few steps. Buck stood by the tent opening, heart throbbing as though he were still running. Bit by bit, the room came into view.

            A rug was spread out over most of the bare ground, grass peeking around the edges of it. A large wooden box sat on top of it, occupying the entire middle of the tent. A small wooden vanity, with a large round mirror attached, stood against the back wall, directly across from the box. A few trunks were neatly arranged in a corner. The table with the statue of the woman on it, incense burning in front of it like it was an Eastern idol, was near the tent entrance. 

            The Red Lady stood across from Buck, eyes drilling into him just as they had at the pub.

            “Tell me your name.” Her voice was soft, deep, and steady.  It was like a river speaking.

            “Buck.”

            She tilted her head, the corners of her mouth tipping upward in contrast to the dripping points of her mask. “Tell me your real name.”

            “Alaric,” Buck admitted. He hadn’t used it since that last day at the factory. Alaric was a clerk and a doormat. Buck had some status, even if it was only among criminals. He had gone out of his way to make sure none of his fellow pirates ever found out he wasn’t called Buck. Not that pirates bothered about a man’s real name. 

            The Red Lady’s expression returned to blank beneath the mask.     

            “What’s your name?” Alaric asked.

            “I haven’t decided what you’ll call me yet.”

            His heart beat picked up again, and a tremor started in his legs.

            “Why did you follow me here, Alaric?”

            He shrugged, not sure of the answer. “Well…this is The Row isn’t it?”

            “It is.”

            “And you’re a woman on the Row right?”

            She didn’t reply. Alaric felt his face heating, a faint prickle starting in his cock despite it.  This was worse than in China, when that beautiful girl pretended to react to his clumsy fumbling and then tried not to laugh when he paid her for an hour and only lasted a handful of minutes.

            “Look, my ship’s just back from a long tour. I can pay you.”

            “We’ll see,” the Lady said, a small smile quirking her lips up. “You’ve accompanied a prostitute before?”

            “Of course.” He pointed at himself with a touch of bravado. “Pirate.”

            The Red Lady let a silence land there, stretching out before him.

            “Just once.”

            “It didn’t go well.”

            Now she was reading his mind. He should go, simply turn around, leave, and never see a prostitute again. Maybe she really was a demon. Maybe the mask was hiding the demon parts of her face. 

            His mind was trying to move his limbs, turn his feet, push him out the door, but his body was entranced. The tremor in his legs climbed up to his groin, making him very aware of the way the dim candle light moved across her rounded body.

            “No.”

            “Why didn’t it go well, Alaric?”

            His mouth was starting to go dry. His hands were beginning to shake.

            “She laughed at me,” he told her, dropping his eyes to the floor.

            “Why?”

            “Because I…I couldn’t, I didn’t…,” He stopped, gulped, wondered again what magic he had run across.

            “Look at me when you speak, Alaric.”

            He lifted his gaze up from the pattern of pomegranates running along the border of the red rug and met her shadowed eyes.

            “I couldn’t.... I barely got inside her before….”

            The Red Lady didn’t reply. Alaric suffered a terrible moment of fear she would throw him right back out of her tent and let him find a lower class prostitute who would welcome a quick trick like him between the carnival crowd.

            “Fortunately, that won’t be a problem here,” the Red Lady told him, a smile spreading over her red lips. “Undo your trousers, Alaric.”

Available through Evernight Publishing : The Promise of Silk

                                                        Now for the Giveaway! 

Lilith has graciously offered a copy of her new release The Promise of Silk

How do they enter to win?

Simply go to Lilith's blog Look on in Lust leave her a comment under her "enter to win" post. She will announce the winner on Friday 11/4/11.


Good Luck everyone and have a great day